the loudness of breath the sweat the drops from the persons face
the tables that align the students the sounds of typing and feeling of disgrace
nervousness filled the room as i waited hoping to do some last minute revision
even the notes i remember and the times ive reviewed just blurred my vision
i make my way to the table with my name stuck on a piece of paper
but everything i seem to do seem like vapor
as i listened to the instructions given during the test
i can feel my heart slowly start to press
i feel the hard texture marks against the paper with my fingers
holding on till the end just watching the paper linger
answering the questions but still never sure
but i never get the teachers answers aren't reassure
as i slowly leave the room which seems like forever
i leave the room with my best endeavour
cause to leave the room with sadness
could suddenly lead to madness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem Cate, I like it. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.